Various! X Reader LEMON/LIME/FLUFF

Ryan Ross x Reader

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"Fine then! I'll leave!" Ryan stormed off into the distance, he raised his arm to cover his face, his white button down shirt and colorful scarf moved with him. His sleeve was now damp due to his tears. He trembled as he ran. Running, running far away. To a destination he does not know. He just needed to get somewhere.

Everything was a blur, a blur of anger, sadness, and regret. "Get it together!" Ryan screamed to himself. "Just...Just please..." Ryan let out a sob. He looked around, his vision is hazy and blurry due to the ever lasting sea of tears.

He was in a field... A plain old field. His legs shook with each passing step. His knees buckled under his weight. He collapsed out of fear. "W-What have I done? I don't want to leave... I just need to think things over. Yeah..." His eyes widened as he realized he was done for. "I don't wanna...I don't wanna . I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna" Ryan gripped his hair harshly, tugging at it to make this feeling go away. This feeling of emptiness, this pit of dread forming, sucking him in.

Ryan scratched at his skin, aching to crawl out. This wasn't him. Everything felt so foreign, so vague, so empty. Who was he, this wasn't his skin. Ryan clawed at his forearms, breathing heavily as he let out a nervous laugh. "Maybe if I just...." Ryan scratched harder, his own skin didn't feel normal.

"I never wanted to leave, oh no, no. Never...." he breathed heavily out, even his own breath didn't seem right. His own band, he left his pride and joy, gone. Ryan palmed his hair, tugging slightly on it. Nothing felt right. He fell onto his back, his lacerations trickling down onto the ground. What was he going to do now? Was he just going to sit here? He didn't feel wanted, he didn't feel loved any more, he didn't feel normal. He was shunned away. His own girlfriend gone, lonely, with someone else. But he had to try even though she didn't care, no one did.

Ryan stared at the sky as he slowly moved his wounded arm to his front jean pocket, he slid his phone out. He stared blankly at his lock screen. It was her. A cute little picture of him and her together, on their couch, Dottie panting happily towards the camera. She loved someone else, she didn't love him anymore, this could never happen. He could never see her brightly lit smile that was oh-so contagious. Unlocking his phone he saw another picture.

She held Dottie in air, in mid laugh. She looked so perfect, so beautiful. She used to be his, she was loved by him. His grip tightened around his phone, unaware of his own physical strength he laid on the dry grass, phone above him.

He went to his contacts and was met with her again, why was she everywhere? She was plaguing him, she is watching his every move, disgusted. He tapped call, the deafening ringing flowed throughout the quiet field disturbing the peace. Three times it rang. Three.

"Hey Babe! How's it going?" Her cheerful voice flowed peacefully through his ears. He closed his eyes, hoping her affectionate tone was real. But the voice in his head denied every aspect of it. Never letting him be happy.

"Ryan? Hello? Ryan? Are you ok?" He laughed into his phone, his laughter turned into sobs, sobs he couldn't control.

"You don't care, stop acting....You never did..." Ryan choked out through his tears.

"Ryan what are you talking about? Where are you?" Her voice was laced with concern, it couldn't be real. It never was.

"Ryan, please answer, I need to know whats going on with you right no-" I hung up. I couldn't stand it. Her lies, they were so obvious.

I threw my phone into the grass in front of me, watching it as it disappeared into the green shrubs surrounding me. I took a large breath as i focused on the light sky. Everything was calm, peaceful. The clouds slowly passed by as with no care in the world. I was envious that they didn't understand me. That they couldn't feel my emotions, that they weren't alive.

How much time has passed? 5 minutes? 30 minutes? An hour? I didn't even care anymore. Time doesn't exist. Just a human concept to fill the empty void of our passing life in our minds. Why are we like this? Why are we so untrusting? So self-conscious. What's the point? It's my fault that I got kicked out of the band. My own friends abandoning me. But why?

"Ryan? Is that you?" Ryan chuckled to himself. So he's gone crazy now? Hearing her voice everywhere in every painful second. She would never leave his head. "Ryan?"

How was she here? How did she find him?

"Oh my gosh, it is you. Oh thank god." She said.

"(Y/n), why are you here? Shouldn't you be hanging out with your new boyfriend?" Ryan scoffed as he rolled over onto his side.

"New boyfriend? What are you talking about? You're my boyfriend Ry, and I love you so much that it hurts for me to see you like this...Please tell me what's going on."

"Stop bullshitting (Y/n)! I know you don't care for me! Nobody does, not even Brendon. That's why he kicked me out....You and him never cared." She gasped out in shock.

"He kicked you out? I-I'm so sorry Ry, I just-" She cut herself off as she hugged my side.  She buried herself in my shoulder as I heard her muffled voice on my clothed sweater.

"Ry I love you so much, I can't stand it when you're make all these false assumptions Ry! You're brainwashing yourself. You're making false presumptions about you and everybody else. We all love and care for you very dearly. I just... I just don't want you to think that way about yourself. Ryan, you are so kind, you've helped me through so much. I d-don't know if I would've been here without you!" Ryan laid, unaware of what to do. He now realizes, she's telling the truth, he was too caught up in everything to notice what he was doing to himself.

"Really? I just-I just don't know what I'm gonna do without them? Without all of them. I loved all the music we've created together. Just Brendon and I got in to a scuffle, then into a full blown out argument. I never meant it to be this way. I just wanted to make m-music." Ryan sniffed loudly as he hurriedly wiped his tears off with his bare arm.

"Ryan, hun, it's gonna be ok. Everything is going to be ok" (Y/n) lifted me up against the tree next to us. My back pressed against the rigid bark. As we sat in each other's arms. She wrapped her arm around my head as I leaned against her chest.

"Ryan you know you're a very talented artist. You don't need to rely on other people for music, you can make it yourself. Your very own sound, just how you want it, made by you." I nuzzled into her touch as she's pet my hair.

"Think of the endless possibilities, Ry, think of all your fans. They'll cheer you on until the end. They won't give up on you."

"I'm just scared, so very scared. What if they don't like it...What if you don't like it?..." He gripped onto her shirt like a small child. (Y/n) sighed as she continued on.

"Come on Ry, don't say that. Everybody is here and they will help you with every little thing you need. You're not alone. I genuinely believe this." She smiled through her words.

""Come on, lets go home ok? Dottie is waiting for us." We stood up and leaned on each other as we walked back hand in hand.

The walk back was silent, but (Y/n) perked up with a question. "Ryan, are you one hundred percent sure you want to leave." We stopped walking and looked each other in the eyes. His eyes where bright and full of thought.

"Yes, I think it's time for me to go..." She nodded as she pecked Ryan's lips. They resumed walking home, both excitedly chatting about future ideas and more to come.